Rebuilding
It all started off as just another day at school... I sat in Mrs. Benison's English class, doodling away in the margins of my notebook, while she droned on endlessly about the proper use of commas. Having her as my last subject of the day was both a blessing and a curse. On one hand, it gave me plenty of time to crap out any homework that I'd neglected to do the night before, but it also made the last hour of the day drag on forever. Sitting two seats across from me was Laura Haynes. She was...